Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
Humming a note of understanding when her voice leaves her lips, breathless as it is, and the butcher looks up at her to meet the crimson splash across her cheeks that truly only serve to bring out the aqua of her eyes and the very same hue in her earrings. His head tilts slightly, a smirk revealing sharp teeth and an even sharper fang, playing the part nicely (so he thinks).
A bit too nicely, as he’ll realize eventually. For now, though, her hands delve into his hair and ruin the perfectly kept appearance he strives for, having never really allowed himself to dance this close to the line. Why? Because usually they didn’t care enough to or because they’d spark something that was far hungrier, far older than many of them imagined.
Flora dances that line, and in an effort of keeping himself, well, the gentleman rather than the butcher, a glimpse of teasing continues to sparkle in his eye as her hips roll slightly forward, against a small amount of pressure he offers her. He can hear the rustling of fabrics in the room outside of the curtain, though, which stays his hand, and he peers up at her with a raised brow of curiosity beneath the shadow of a pronged antler-esque horn. “Perhaps we should have planned better?” He asks with a huff of a warm laugh, withdrawing slightly more to nod his head toward the sound of someone perusing the finery.
A bit too nicely, as he’ll realize eventually. For now, though, her hands delve into his hair and ruin the perfectly kept appearance he strives for, having never really allowed himself to dance this close to the line. Why? Because usually they didn’t care enough to or because they’d spark something that was far hungrier, far older than many of them imagined.
Flora dances that line, and in an effort of keeping himself, well, the gentleman rather than the butcher, a glimpse of teasing continues to sparkle in his eye as her hips roll slightly forward, against a small amount of pressure he offers her. He can hear the rustling of fabrics in the room outside of the curtain, though, which stays his hand, and he peers up at her with a raised brow of curiosity beneath the shadow of a pronged antler-esque horn. “Perhaps we should have planned better?” He asks with a huff of a warm laugh, withdrawing slightly more to nod his head toward the sound of someone perusing the finery.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
